In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Although Merlin is indeed quite unreliable in general, his status and knowledge are undeniable.

To gain the recognition of a great sage is an honor second only to that of a king!

"How about this, next time you see Morgan, you can take care of him and teach him a lesson, okay?" Merlin said with a smile.

Kai's face stiffened, and he whispered, "But I can't beat that witch."

"It's alright, I'll be there for you and help you out."

Merlin waved his hand casually, and beams of multicolored light rose from Kai's body one after another, causing the latter's aura to soar upwards like a rocket.

Feeling the power expanding within him, Kai gasped, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

After more than half a year of recuperation by Black Abyss White Flower, his body was already strong enough to withstand a two-legged wyvern. With the addition of the large number of buffs Merlin gave him, his combat power soared to an unbelievable level.

He was now incredibly confident that with his strength, defeating Morgan would be a piece of cake!

"No problem, leave it to me! I, Kay, King Arthur's apprentice knight, will make that witch receive the punishment she deserves!" Kay thumped his chest, his face full of pride.

Guinevere couldn't help but cover her face, muttering in a voice only she could hear, "Kai, I've tried my best to help you, please don't blame me later..."

Yanan sighed inwardly.

Although he didn't know what Merlin was up to, there was no doubt that Kai was going to get tricked again this time.

"Guinevere, are you really planning to join us?"

Guinevere nodded.

Yanan tilted his head: "Can you tell me why?"

He didn't quite believe that Guinevere was making this request because she didn't want to be with Morgan; otherwise, she would have said so last time.

Even if they are afraid to say it directly, they should at least give some hints.

Judging from Guinevere's attitude, although she was very afraid of Morgan, she was actually more dependent on him.

"Because... I don't want to stay in that castle anymore."

Guinevere lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers like a little girl who had made a mistake.

“I used to be very afraid to go out because my sister told me that there were many terrible bad people outside who wanted to take advantage of me, so I never dared to leave the castle.”

"But at that time, you took me flying into the sky and showed me many landscapes I had never seen before."

"You told me that this world has endless changes and infinite possibilities, belonging to everyone who has a dream."

"So, I want to go see more, to see those more magical landscapes that I've never seen before, to find, to find that... world that belongs to me."

As soon as Guinevere finished speaking, she found herself in an eerie silence.

She raised her head in confusion and saw everyone looking at her with complicated expressions.

Her ostrich-like instincts kicked in again, and she looked like she was about to cry: "I...I'm sorry, did I say something that put you in a very difficult position? I...I'm not going, I'll go back to Onic right away..."

Before she could finish speaking, a pair of warm, large hands suddenly touched her head.

"Since you said that, how could I possibly let you go back?"

"Prepare yourself, Guinevere, you are now officially kidnapped by me."

Chapter Four: Who said I was going to Camelot?

"Huh? Kidnapping...?" Guinevere looked terrified.

“What the teacher means is that you can come with us now, Guinevere,” Artoria explained.

"Really?" Guinevere looked at Anahn with surprise.

“You are my hostage now, of course I can’t just let you go,” Yanan said with a smile.

"Great!" Guinevere cheered, jumping happily into Yanan's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck like a koala, a relieved smile on her face.

Yanan smiled helplessly, affectionately ruffled her hair, and subtly put the blue rhombus-shaped crystal pendant back on her ear.

Unnoticed by everyone, a crimson feather fell from the void and silently merged into Guinevere's body.

Yanan's face suddenly stiffened for a moment, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it only lasted for a moment before his dark eyes returned to their usual calm and composed state.

"Alright, let's go." He gently broke free from Guinevere's embrace and said to the others.

“Okay.” Artoria nodded and turned to walk towards the main road in front of her.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her collar.

“I’m not talking about that way,” Yanan pointed to the road on the left. “It’s this way.”

“But…” Artoria tilted her head in confusion, “If we want to get to Garrod, shouldn’t we take the middle road?”

“Yes, teacher.” Kay echoed, thinking that Yanan must have misremembered. “This middle road is the one that leads to Garrod. If you want to go to Camelot, it’s the only way.”

“Of course I know all that,” Yanan said with a calm smile. “But I didn’t say we were going to Camelot.”

"Huh??!!!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, even Merlin was dumbfounded.

Not going to Camelot!?

“But teacher, you must go to Camelot to receive the coronation ceremony before you can truly become the king of Camelot. This is a rule established by the late king,” Kai said urgently.

"Your Majesty, you wouldn't really be planning to give up the throne, would you?" Merlin asked with a strange expression.

Artoria's heart leaped into her throat.

Guinevere also looked completely bewildered.

"Don't worry, now that I've pulled the sword out of the stone, I will naturally take responsibility." Anan's smile remained calm and gentle. "I will go to Camelot, and I will also attend the coronation ceremony, but before that, I need to take care of other matters first."

Artoria breathed a sigh of relief, but then a hint of hesitation appeared on her face: "But... there are only three months left until the coronation ceremony."

"It's alright, Lily." Yanan rubbed Artoria's head. "I promise, the coronation ceremony will proceed smoothly."

“Yes, teacher.” Artoria nodded without hesitation.

If someone else had said such a thing, Artoria might have been a little skeptical, but now Anahn held a position in her heart like an omnipotent god. No matter what he said, even if he plucked the sun from the sky, she would believe him without hesitation.

"You really do enjoy doing things unexpectedly." Merlin chuckled wryly, rubbing his temples. "Then, Your Majesty, could you please tell us where you plan to go next?"

Yanan glanced at the sword in the stone at his waist and smiled, "I plan to go get something for Lily first."

"Huh? Help me with my things?" Artoria looked flattered.

"You wouldn't be planning to..." Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That's right, the place I plan to go next is..."

Yanan gazed at the horizon in the distance, where it merged with the sky.

"Avalon".

......

......

An elderly man with gray hair stood at the top of the clock tower, overlooking the entire city.

Wrinkles, like tree roots, covered his cheeks, but his gray-brown eyes remained clear and bright.

For fifteen years, he has used these eyes to observe every corner of Camelot, supporting the country all the way to where it is today.

—But this is not out of love for this land.

His experience of being trained as a beggar by gangsters in his youth allowed him to display the emotions he needed in front of everyone, but this superficial performance had made his emotions extremely thin.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he has been able to remain calm in the face of all obstacles over the years, and to occupy a place in the great vortex called "power".

His performance was flawless, perfectly portraying the image of a strong yet impoverished young man who had lost both parents and had a seriously ill sister, and who single-handedly supported his family. The wealthy women who stopped to watch because of his performance would always cry as they took out all the cash they had, completely unaware of the fleeting contempt in the eyes of the man in front of them.

"They're all idiots."

He thought this way and was quite pleased with himself for it.

But one day, his act was exposed.

He looked like a child about the same age as him, but his eyes seemed to have the power to easily see into people's hearts.

His seemingly sophisticated disguise was as fragile as a piece of paper that could be torn apart with a single puncture under those eyes.

He finally got scared.

“My name is Joseph, and I happen to be short of a servant. Would you be willing to help me?” After thinking for a moment, seemingly feeling that this wasn’t sincere enough, the boy added, “Don’t worry, that gang will never bother you again, and I will pay you much more each month than you do now.”

He was stunned.

Even though they knew he was a fraudster, he still reached out to them.

Is this guy an idiot?

He almost laughed; this guy was even more naive than the wealthy ladies he had fooled.

But he couldn't laugh at all, because he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, the emotions he had been trying so hard to suppress would burst out uncontrollably.

Later, he became that person's servant, watching him grow little by little, watching him step forward into the world, and watching him be crowned king amidst the cheers of the people.

This should have belonged to him in the first place.

"My lord, according to the news from the front, the man who pulled the sword from the stone did not head towards Garrod, but instead went towards Coramon."

"...I understand. Have everyone retreat."

"Sir, shouldn't we give chase?"

"His absence from Garrod means he has no intention of going to Camelot at all. We have no idea where he will go next. If we lose this only opportunity, the risks we will have to take if we make a move now will be much greater."

"Yes, I understand."

The footsteps behind him grew fainter and fainter. The old man raised his head, his gray-brown eyes gazing at the increasingly dim sky.

He is an actor who wears a mask; beneath his ever-changing appearance lies a heart as indifferent as still water.

Even so, he still dedicated his most ardent emotions to the king to whom he had sworn allegiance for life.

"So, Your Majesty, please take good care of yourself. I will never allow any outsider to lay a finger on this country that belongs to you."